#donnie gon have a field day in here

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Rough ass sketches.

I was trying to see which turts would fit more with Portal. Chose 03 cause bishop and that's an easy tie in.

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Three’s a Crowd (Donny x Latina!Reader)

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________________ The basterds had just broken into a prison halfway between Paris and Berlin to rescue Hugo Stiglitz, and offered him a chance to go pro in the nazi killing business. Of course, Hugo agreed. The thing was, Hugo wasn't the only new basterd joining the team that night. In their plans, they managed to inform the OSS. Their general was not particularly pleased with the improvisation, but he couldn't change Aldo's mind. So he did the next best thing. He sent you.

You were outside the prison, just in time, with a jeep parked just out of the remaining guards' sight. Once you heard alarms, dogs snarling, nazis barking orders, and approaching voices shouting in English, you turned the jeep on. "I told you we had a get away car," the kid you'd come to call Smitty jumped in first, and pulled his two best friends, Omar and Hirschberg, up after him. You turned around, and looked at the faces of the men piling into your jeep. One of the last ones had a scar across his neck, and smiled warmly when he saw you up front. "That everyone?" He nodded, and you immediately stepped on the gas, driving away as gun shots fired behind you. As you passed under a flickering street lamp, Hugo looked ahead, and saw you for the first time. You were the first thing he saw in his freedom, and it was almost like seeing a vision. The broken haze that fell over you for the moment that you drove under that street lamp made him question reality... "What's your name, private?" Aldo sighed as he cracked his neck and took out his snuff. "Corporal  Y/n L/n." You glanced up at the rearview mirror for a moment, then looked back at the dark and dangerous road ahead. The basterds looked around at each other. Hirschberg raised his eyebrow, "L/n, huh..." You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, already knowing what he was going to ask. You exhaled steadily, waiting for the same old back and forth. "Where are you from?" You didn't even blink, "Arkansas." You were born there, after all. "But where are you fro-" Aldo stepped in, knowing he'd save that boy from a whole lot of embarassment, "No kiddin'! I'm from Tennesse, but I gotta friend out in Arkansas. We used to go huntin' every year, 'fore all this ya know? He's in the air force now. His family used to make us a mean possum pie." Donny, who had been trying to get another look at you, and trying not to blush whenever you glared at Hirschberg, suddenly turned his attention to Aldo, as did the rest of the basterds, "What the fuck is possum pie?!" You chuckled a little, "Not what it sounds like, I'll tell you that much." You suddenly swerved, and went over something...which was not exactly just a bump in the road. "Did you just run over a nazi?" Donny sounded shocked and ecstatic, as he peeked over the seats with a wide grin, and hovered by you. "I couldn't get my gun fast enough." You smirked a little, and somehow, that mountain of a man managed to slip from the backseat to the passenger seat, while Omar grumbled, "Get your ass out of my face, Donowitz." Donny ignored that remark, and as he sat in the front seat, he smiled at you. His voice was a little softer than it usually was, and he glanced at you, "My name's Donny." Aldo rolled his eyes, noticing Donny's sudden shift, and knew why. "Sergeant Donny Donowitz," he sighed, reminding Donny of his rank and responsibility, then said, "Well since we got us two new basterds, maybe Donny's got the right idea." So, each of the basterds introduced themselves to you, and to Hugo. "Are we still not going to talk about what the fuck possum pie is?" Smitty looked around, genuinely concerned. You laughed, "Alright, alright. It's just a pie that's got cream, chocolate, and lots of pecans. No actual possum." Donny smiled, his eyes gleaming as he looked at you, Hugo scowled a little, though no one seemed to notice. You glanced at Aldo, and playfully remarked, "Only if you get it in Arkansas. Tennessee's got some catching up to do, sarge." Aldo chuckled, "That's how it's gon' be, huh L/n?" Suddenly, there were lights behind you. Nazis were tailing you, and you sighed, and shook your head muttering things you'd never say in front of your mother. The basterds, on the other hand, were scrambling for their guns, and swearing as you swerved trying to lose the nazis.

A nazi swerved in front of you and blocked off the road. You hit the breaks, and steered off the road, and shouted, "Puchica!"  as you aimed your gun out the window, and shot the nazi through the head, then kept driving west. You chuckled, "Got 'em..." The jeep was pretty silent after that, which was rare for the basterds, as you'd soon learn. You glanced up at the rear view mirror and noted the basterds all looking at you, "What now?" "What's that thing you yelled at 'em nazis?" Aldo chuckled.  You laughed a little yourself, as you shook your head once with a nostalgic grin as you looked out west, "It's a Salvadoran thing." "But you're-" You sighed, "From Arkansas, but my parents are from El Salvador. Clear enough for ya, Hirschberg?" He chuckled, seeing you were gonna be one hell of a basterd, and saluted you, "Yes ma'am." You grinned slyly as you drove. One by one, as the threats seemed to dissipate, the basterds began to drift off to sleep. Only Donny stayed awake. In his words, he wanted to 'keep ya company.' By that, he meant talk...and that man could talk. He could make you blush, too, even if he couldn't see it in the darkness of the night.   But, you could make him laugh. By the time it was dawn, he didn't realize so much time had gone by. You'd later realize time didn't seem to mean a thing to him when you were there.

You stopped the car at the edge of a field. "We gotta go on foot from here." "We're in France already?" Omar asked mid-yawn, as he stretched out, accidentaly (or not) slapping Hirschberg and Utivich in the face. You slammed the door shut after you stepped out into the feel, waking the others. "Yup," you started heading down the field, commenting under a sigh, "Nazi occuppied France." Hugo smiled a little as he walked by you, "How could we forget?" You were a little stunned in hearing him actually speak, but... you smiled and talked with him for a while... Which made Donny mutter things under his breath which only someone from Boston could ever dream of repeating. ***** As time went on, Hugo kept to himself for the most part, unless you were around. Then, he'd speak softly enough so only you'd hear, but enough for the other basterds to know that he was speaking to you. Particularly, so Donny would know. Donny confronted him once, but Hugo kept him at bay, saying all you and Hugo talked about were 'things 27 year olds could understand.' By that he meant to say Donny was old. (He was only a little older than you, but still, Hugo loved to point it out every single chance he got). He and Donny would often lock eyes, and glare at each other when either of them began to approach you. Frankly, you were sick of it. You pretended to not know what was going on to avoid any fights, but..things weren't going your way. You kept it to yourself, until Donny brought it up. You and Donny were beginning to get a little more serious. Still, one day, he hesitated to reach for your hand when you knew he'd wanted to for a long time. "What's wrong, Donny?" "Hugo." He didn't even hesitate. That was all he needed to say. You knew this was coming. You sighed, "He's had  a rough time. He's got no one else to talk to." "There are eleven of us. You think he only talks to you because he's-" "Hey." You looked at him with warning eyes, "Don't be a dick." "I'm not! I'm just! I just..." He sighed, and looked at you as you raised your eye brow, and smiled smugly, with your arms crossed, "Yeah?" "I'm being a dick." he sighed. "Huge." "Well..." He chuckled and you rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully, "Don't say it." He laughed, "Fine, fine..." But he was still a little worried, and said "Y/n...You know how I feel about you. I can't just stand by watching all that, knowing he feels that same way about you too and..." "And you know how I feel about you. That should be enough, right?" "Well yeah but..." "You trust me, right?" He sighed, and nodded. You knew he meant it, though he was speaking in a low tone, "Yeah, I do." "Good, then go shake hands and make up." "You want me to what?" He looked up at you, jaw dropped in disbelief, and eyes wide. You sighed, "I've talked to Hugo about it already. I don't want this team to fall apart because of me. So...go." He huffed and practically pouted, "Fine," as he marched off. "Hey..." He turned around, and his stern expression immediately melted when he saw you smiling, with a finger at your lips, as you smirked, “Y mi besito...” ‘And my kiss...’  He sighed with a sly grin, and trotted back quickly so the other basterds wouldn't see, and planted a kiss, then left with a cheeky grin, knowing you were right. He didn't have a damn thing to worry about. Hugo was sitting somewhere in the distance, though, Donny knew he had a good sense of hearing, and no doubt heard all of that. "Hugo." Hugo didn't move for a second, but then he slowly rose to his feet, and turned to face Donny, looking defeated. You really had talked to him already. You were his closest friend, and he'd never really had a friend before the basterds. He'd get over it though. Things like that faded eventually. Donny reached his hand out, and Hugo shook his hand. But the second he was sure you weren't looking, Hugo pulled Donny close, and muttered "If you hurt Y/n,  I will hurt you." Anyone else on Earth who'd heard so much as a rumor about Hugo Stiglitz would have been scared out of his mind... But Donny smiled, because he knew he was never going to hurt you.  He remarked, "Don't worry about it, pal," as he walked off, back over to you. It was obvious to anyone, even Hugo, from the way you and Donny looked at each other. In a way, it kind of broke Hugo's heart. He knew he didn't have  a chance, but still, he smiled. He knew you'd be happy with Donny. The way you giggled when Donny wrapped his arms around you. The way Donny's cheeks turned red seeing that light in your eyes, well, it made Hugo smile. For once in his entire life, he trusted someone. And he'd be damned if he trusted anyone else with you. So, with a sigh, he turned away, and went back to work, sharpening his knives for the next mission, while  Donny talked your ear off, and you made his ribs hurt from laughing, just like you had the night you met, and would every night after that. 

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

The Sky in Your Eyes  (Inglourious BasterdsxReader)

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"Y/n! Y/N LOOK OUT!"

The only times you ever heard Hugo Stiglitz was grumbling under his breath, or muttering a forced 'thank you' if you treated him for a wound, or handed him some food.

You never heard him shout like that before.

It shocked you for a moment.

Then you realized what he was yelling about.

A nazi seemed to rise from the dead, covered in his own blood, a bullet through his eye, as he hit you on the back of the head with a rock.

You were stunned, a dull pain shocked you as the world around you began to gray, and blood trickled down your neck. You stumbled.

You heard gunfire around you seem to be echoing from miles away. The basterds' and nazis' voices seemed to be a battle field  away. You fell.

"Y/N!? Y/N?!" You looked up, and saw nothing.

Nothing.

"Y/N SAY SOMETHING!"

You couldn't see, but you knew that voice. You heard that sense of urgency and anxiety every time something went wrong on a mission.

"Smitty?!" You blinked, desparately hoping you'd see him again... He was your best friend, after all...

You felt someone hold on to you. His hands were shaking. They were covered in something dark and vengeful.

Blood...

His or yours or a nazi's, you didn't know.

But he held onto you.

"Smitty, I-I'm fucking blind..."

"No, no, no, don't say that, it's ok, you just...you got blood in your eyes, that-" You felt his hand against your face.  He was wiping blood that had trickled into your eyes, but it didn't change a thing.

"Smitty, no...I..I can't see..."

You realized the gunfire was beginning to stop. You could hear a final distant thud from a bloody baseball bat.

Your heart raced, you started panicking, "SMITTY. I CAN'T- I CAN'T FUCKING-"

"Sh, sh, it's...It's gonna be ok, relax, sh...." You felt his arms wrap around you...

You let tears slip onto his shoulder.

No one, not a single nazi, or basterd had ever seen you cry, and it was disconcerting to the basterds in the distance.

Frightening, even.

To the point where they all knew something had indeed gone horribly wrong, it wasn't just Utivich being dramatic.

You heard muffled crunching leaves behind you under a boot. Someone rested a hand on your back awkwardly, for a few seconds, giving tentative taps. You heard a low voice, "Ja....It's ok..."

Hugo pulled his hand away as if you were a piping hot stove, unsure how to react at all.

He���d already done what he was trained to do: Killed the nazi that almost killed you....but even to Hugo Stiglitz, that wasn’t enough.

You heard someone running close. "ALDO WANTS TO...Wh..What's going on?!" Hirschberg came to a halt a few meters away, confused at the sight.

For the past two years, the basterds had an ongoing secret bet about whether you'd end up with Donny, or Aldo. They'd had brawls over you...not that you knew of, because if you did, you would literally kill them.

And there you were, in Smithson Utivich's arms...What confused Hirschberg even more was the fact that Hugo was touching you...no, comforting you (in his own way, of course...)

Then he realized it.

You were hurt...

The next few hours were a daze, lost to the winds.

You woke up in a bed, assuming the basterds had brought you back to the inn you were currently all hiding out in.

The instant you stirred, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Wicki's voice was soft, almost lamentful, "Stay. You need to rest..."

"W-Wicki...is it ever gonna come back?"

Wicki, Donny, and Aldo turned to each other. They had hoped you'd gotten your eyesight back when you woke up.

"...Just rest for now, mausebar." Wicki, along with Hirschberg, Smitty, and Andy were in the camp betting you would end up with Donny. Wicki tended to call you mausebar, something Hugo (who was betting on Aldo) once begrudgingly explained to you: A german term of endearment. It meant mouse-bear. Clearly, Wicki alluded to the differences between you and the Bear Jew...a bit 'in the face' but Aldo and Donny never caught on.

Just as well.

The bet was a bit heated, at times causing factions amongst the basterds, not that you noticed.

God.

If you'd noticed, they'd all be done for, and they knew it.

They all cared about you...

Even Hugo.

While you were still asleep, Wicki was bandaging the gash on the back of your head, and Donny and Aldo managed to call a truce.

For your sake.

You felt a hand slip into yours, and give a tight, reassuring squeeze. The hand was rough from calluses, years of blistering winters and endless fighting. Wicki reassured you, "I'll be outside if you need anything. Donny and Aldo are here, ok?"

You nodded, and felt Wicki's hand slip away from yours, "Don't kill them, mausebar."

You smiled a little, which calmed everyone in the room down a little, including yourself.

You heard Aldo ask, "How do you feel, little lady?"

"How long's it been?" They could have said twenty years, and you would have believed it.

"You feel ok? We can get you a d-"

"How long's it been?" Your tone came off more forceful than you intended, but you couldn't help it. You felt trapped...

"Just a day, darlin'. Don't worry, everything's gon' be alright, darlin'."

Donny let it slide the first time Aldo called you 'darlin'  But twice?

What happend to the truce?

Donny sat by you.

Aldo shot him a glare.

You tried to stay calm. You may have been blind, but you weren't oblivious.  You could tell there was some tension around you.

You tried to change the subject, "What's the day like?"

Aldo sat on your left, opposite of Donny, and held your hand...

Normally, Donny would have been infuriated...But he didn't want to hurt you.

He wanted to make you feel better, even if Aldo was part of it.

"Sky's about as perty as it's ever been. Spring's rollin' in. Got plenty of clouds here and there, bright blue sky, just like the 'un in the Smoky Mountains."

Donny rolled his eyes, there he went again with the goddamn Smoky Mountains.

Donny smirked, "Kinda cold...bit like Boston this time of year. Not freezing, just enough to wanna stay in."

Aldo glanced away to hide his scowl...

When he turned back, he found your head was resting in Donny's lap as he ran his hands through your hair.

That would have infuriated Aldo, but he knew it calmed you down, and if there was anything you needed, it was to stay calm.

Both the sergeant and lieutenant were relieved to see a soft smile on your face as you heard about the day.

You got a melancholic feeling when they talked about the rest of the boys' nazi hunting.

They looked at each other... stories and summaries weren't enough. You were upset, and lonely, and they knew it.

You broke the silence with  a question they didn't have an answer to themselves, "What's gonna happen?"

They both stalled for a second, then Donny asserted, "You're gonna get better, that's what, kid."

You grimaced...that was far from what you thought was going to happen.

Aldo nodded, though you couldnt' see, you felt his grip get a little tighter around your hand, "You're a basterd. You have to."

"I'm blind."

Aldo smirked.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, "You're the goddamn reason this team hasn't fallen apart."

You spoofed...he wasn't wrong....And that was what worried you. "Yeah...and what happens when the OSS discharges me?"

They were quiet again.

They hadn't quite thought of that yet.

Donny then said the first thing that came to his mind, "You get to go home, you'd be safe."

You shook your head. You knew he meant well, but that felt like a nail in your heart. "I don't get to go home, I get to be a fuckin' burden on my mother."

Donny rested his hand on your cheek, "Hey, you ain't a burden to anyone."

Aldo said, "Besides, what's all this talk about goin' home? This may not even be permanent. Doc we got for you said so."

You didn't say a word.

You didn't have to.

They could read you like a book.

Donny tried to make you feel better, "Hey, come on kid. You're a basterd, for cryin' out loud. Krauts gave you a cool nickname, ya know? And-"

"That doesn't mean anything."

Aldo countered, "Means everything, Private L/N. You're one hell of a fighter."

You knew he meant you'd fight through it, but you couldn't help but feel like you'd hit rock bottom. "Not much of a fighter if I can't fucking see what I'm fighting."

"Hey." You heard a slight shift in his tone. The one he gave when he reminded the basterds who the fuck he was. "You still owe me twenty-seven scalps. You're not goin' anywhere. You joined my command, you took on a debit, one you owe me personally, ya remember that?"

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, I remember. But, you gotta remember I'm now useless to the team."

Donny froze.

He couldn't stand that.

He stopped playing with your hair for a moment. "You're not fucken useless. Beethoven was fucken deaf, and people still listen to that guy's music." He shifted a little, "I'm more into Glenn Miller and all that, but...Anyway, you ever hear of Dr. John Nash? Guy's got schizophrenia, and he's a fucken genius. And for fuck's sake, y/n, the presiden't in a fucking wheelchair."

Aldo raised his eyebrow, "Donny, how do you...."

Donny shrugged off the questioning look. "My sister was born deaf, you know...She's the smartest kid I ever knew. You know what she does, y/n? Works in a navy base, breaking codes. Doc's got you checked out, and we don't know if it's permanent or not, but if it is, it doesn't mean a fucken thing. Doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you, you're still you, and I-" Donny caught himself...he was a man of his word (most of the time) and remembered the truce. "We...all love you, you're a fucken basterd, y/n, and nothing's ever gonna change that."

Aldo nodded, a bit stunned. Donny wasn't always the most articulate basterd...abd normally Aldo would have chewed him out for the truce,  but some things were more important.

You were..

To all of them. Every day, one basterd stayed with you until everyone else came back.  Then, Donny and Aldo would set aside their rivalry, sit down. And talk to you. They'd tell you about the mission, the scalps, and what the sky was like.

One day, they didn't.

Their rivalry almost cost them their lives.

And you knew it.

You got the rest of the basterds to talk.

Smitty tried to defend himself with a plate, hoping it would hold some worth between him and your wrath.

The rest of the basterds stood behind him.

He was your best friend...you'd have to get through him before you got to them..

Smitty was laughing nervously, still clinging onto the plate, "But you can see now...isn’t that-isn't that amazing?!"

You scowled, "The only reason I'm not killing any of you right now is because we almost lost Aldo and Donny."

You stormed past them.

You felt stupid for not realizing they had all been keeping it from you.

And even more because you couldn't figure it out on your own before.

You opened the door to the room where Aldo and Donny were resting.

Aldo mumbled, "Y/n? Y/n. You're here?"

You crossed your arms, "Yeah, and?"

Donny knew something was up,  "Uh...you...you look like...yourself today..." he could tell you were angry.

Didn't quite connect the dots yet.

Neither of them had.

You walked toward them, "Beautiful day out, boys." You looked at him, "It's a shame you almost never saw another one..."

Aldo and Donny smiled as they looked at each other, then you, "You can see again?"

"Mostly..." It wasn't as good as it was before, but you could manage, and you would be staying with the basterds. After all a basterd's work was never done.

You scowled as you crossed your arms and looked at your sergeant and lieutenant.

It appeared as if your work with those two was never ending.

Especially when Donny and Aldo tried to derail the conversation. Donny said "I...I bet you can't wait to get back out there with us, huh kid?"

You pulled a chair up between their beds.

"Yeah? And speaking of bets, what's this I hear about a bet between you boys?"

Donny and Aldo glanced at each other. For a moment they both were relieved that you were alright.

Then Donny smirked.

Aldo narrowed his eyes.

The truce was off.

It was every man for himself...normally they would have jumped at the nearest opportunity to try to win you over...

But...to Aldo the Apache, and the Bear Jew, you were currently the scariest person in the room. Seeing you smile again was all they wanted... Well... That, and to win the bet, each hoping to be the one to make you smile every day of your life.

As for yourself, you were annoyed. You crossed your arms and started walking out. You had a bone to pick with your entire team...and they knew it. "Y/n, wait." You sighed, "Sir?" Aldo was a bit taken back hearing you call him sir again. "What's the sky like?" You sighed again, and looked back at them. They both looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for answers, hoping to spend each day by your side. You knew things would settle between them at some point. For fuck's sake, it had to, or someone was really going to die some day... Everything would fall into place eventually...and you knew your place was there, with them. You did your best to tell them about the day, and get them to see the world through your eyes, and settle them down. But when they looked through your eyes, they remembered what they were fighting for. They remembered they were brothers in arms. And they remembered you came before their egos. Donny broke the silence, just as he drifted to sleep, his hand over his stomach, resting over the bandages covering his bullet wound, "You're....you're not mad, are you kid?" Aldo looked to you tentatively, waiting for an answer, waiting for some relief.

You sighed, and smiled softly, "No...No, everything's gonna be ok." That was all they could really hope for, until they found a way to end the war, until they could learn to see the world through your eyes, and learn to set aside their rivalry. That hope was all they had when they looked into your smiling eyes.